


zuko’s birthday

by satyrnskies



Category: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Genre: F/F, F/M, Fluff, I love these three so much, M/M, Multi, Poly, Sukka, Zuki, Zukki, a little bit of kataang in here, drunk zuko, polyamorous, zukka - Freeform, zuko gets drunk
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-08-10
Updated: 2020-08-10
Packaged: 2021-03-05 20:35:00
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,958
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25831426
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/satyrnskies/pseuds/satyrnskies
Summary: blushing, suki snuck a kiss to zuko’s palm, glancing around at the nearly silent crowd around them. “i think it’s time to call it a night, firelord zuko,” she said rather loudly. damage control, he thought. “you’ve had a lot to drink, you’re not making any sense. sokka and i will take you up to bed, okay?”zuko groaned in frustration. he WAS making sense. he tried to stand on his own, but found that without sokka to ground him he was helpless. the water tribe man caught zuko instinctively, arm around his waist.at this point, there was no getting him out before he made too big of a fuss.zuko himself had become the fuss.~or; the fire lord gets a little drunk and reveals his (secret) relationship status to the entirety of his nation.
Relationships: Katara/Aang, Sokka/Suki, Suki/Sokka, Zuko/Sokka
Comments: 15
Kudos: 121





	zuko’s birthday

zuko stared at himself in the mirror, heaving a deep sigh. he hated his birthday. though he had been able to put a stop to the annual celebration in the four years since his coronation, iroh and sokka made very clear that there was no avoiding the big 20th birthday spectacular happening right beneath his feet. 

half of his nation danced in the fire palace’s cavernous ballroom the floor below, awaiting the firelord’s arrival so all the caterers could start serving and the drinks could start pouring. he also had to wear his ceremonial royal armor, the onyx plating shined to perfection. his favorite servant, an older woman named hwa qin, had combed every hair into place at the top of his head, gathered meticulously in his newly polished hair ornament. 

beautiful as it was, zuko had never been a fan of the traditional clothing. it was more than uncomfortable, and he much preferred the comfort of his plain shirts and drawstring pants. 

everything he dreaded would have been withstandable if he could be by suki and sokka the whole night. rumors of their relationship had made their rounds around the nation, and zuko figured it would be best not to stoke the flames.

it wasn’t that he was embarrassed to be in a relationship with the two warriors; that was the furthest thing possible from the truth. zuko loved them beyond words, and having to keep his adoration of them a secret for the past few months broke his heart. they were known confidantes of the young firelord, so having them close didn’t draw too much suspicion, but he longed to be able to hold their hands and kiss their faces outside of the privacy of his bedroom.

the unknown is what scared zuko. he had spent so much of his life suppressing part of his identity, raised to believe love was a sugary facade to political gain and stronger bloodlines. it took months for him to abolish sozin’s ban on same sex relationships, because so many people were afraid of such a “drastic” change. it didn’t seem drastic to zuko; love was love, but that’s what made him so nervous about telling the truth. 

he just didn’t know how his citizens would react to their formerly banished firelord, who was known to have traveled in disguise around the world, get a lightning bolt straight to the chest, and be scarred by his genocidal maniac of a father now being in love with two non bending members of two opposing sexes.

the thought made his head spin. not a moment too soon, wa qin came to collect him. “they’re ready for you, fire lord zuko.”

nodding to relieve her, zuko took one more steadying breath before stepping out into the corridor. nobody was there to escort him, which was more than fine, so he decided to descend the stairs without an announcement. maybe he would be able to navigate the party easier, hide in a dark corner somewhere until all the guests left.

no such luck. as soon as he hit the middle step, streamers and firecrackers popped from every direction, a roar of voices rising up to surround zuko. 

“happy birthday!”

a trio of fire sages surrounded him on the steps, anointing him with fireseed oil across his forehead; a blessing for the firelord as he took the last step into manhood. allowing himself a sweeping glance into the crowd, he was hit with another wave of disappointment when he found neither suki nor sokka’s faces.

he allowed the firelord persona to eclipse the true version of himself, the etiquette and charm that had been forced into his mannerisms his whole life preparing him for moments like these. zuko waded through the crowd of people; offering hugs, kissing babies, and accepting what seemed to be hundreds upon hundreds of birthday cards and gifts. the kind faces lifted his spirits, the love of his people distracting him from the massive amount of anxiety in his stomach.

to his relief, katara and aang found him after what seemed to be an eternity of him wandering around. a group of handmaidens took zuko’s gifts from him, presumably to his bedroom, so he could greet his friends. 

“zuko!” aang called, his arm around a waving katara. the firelord smiled, pleased beyond words to see his best friends. the couple was dressed in elaborate blue and yellow robes, connected to each other even through fabric.

“aang! katara! i haven’t seen you guys in forever,” the dark haired man hugged each of them in turn, glad to see how healthy they both looked. the couple smiled, carrying on light conversation. grabbing a hopefully alcoholic drink from a passing waiter, zuko held his friends in place with conversation and pleading eyes. he knew they stood there for his benefit, so he wouldn’t be roaming around like a lost, awkward puppy. 

through his manufactured social haze, zuko caught view of two familiar figures in his peripheral, choking on his drink when his eyes finally focused on suki and sokka. 

they looked absolutely ethereal. in clothes zuko may or may not have paid a rural seamstress a bucket of gold to create, the two warriors were drawing stares from every direction, and he felt very full of himself knowing he was dating the prettiest people in the room, by far.

he had never seen suki dressed up, aside from her kyoshi warrior uniform, so seeing her in the feminine outfit was more than a treat. a dark red sleeveless qipao wrapped around her neck, hugging every curve of her waist and hips and accentuating the aspects of herself that were usually hidden by armor or baggy clothing. the golden thread sewn into her hemlines brought out her warm skin. her hair was pulled back at the nape of her neck, wreathed with tiny roses from the palace garden. she smiled when she met zuko’s eyes, her teeth framed by full, glossy red lips. her beauty nearly brought zuko to his knees.

sokka dressed up fairly often, but never like this. zuko couldn’t think of a time he wanted to climb the young man like a tree more than he did in that moment. the swordsman had allowed his wolftail to grow out after the war, his hair now reaching his shoulders and two hakoda-esque twists beaded in gold at the front of his face. the streamline robes sokka wore were different shades of red, falling to his knees over his fitted pants and muscular arms. zuko was more than pleased to see the ruby filled gold necklace he bought for the man laying on his chest.

zuko couldn’t stop staring at them, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that he would be able to crawl into bed with them both at the end of the night. how lucky was he?

the firelord was yanked from his (very obvious) staring by katara, who had a small smile on her face. “everything okay?” she glanced across the room to where the couple was standing, wiping what zuko figured must be drool from the corner of his mouth.

he nodded, forcing very vivid and lewd memories of his partners from his mind. “y-yes, of course. the drink hit me. sorry.”

katara made a suspicious face, but didn’t investigate. “aang and i brought you a gift we think you’ll really like!” the young airbender nodded, his signature smile spreading across his face. “yeah! it’s around here somewhere.” zuko thanked them both, asking them of their journeys these past few months.

though the trio hadn’t told anyone of their relationship, he figured that both his friends and the servants in the palace had begun to catch on. as for his staff, he figured they were on a “don’t ask, don’t tell” basis, as he was sure they had seen sokka and suki sneaking to and from his bedroom every night. thankfully, they respected him enough not to say a thing about it. 

he knew katara and the rest of his friends would be nothing but accepting, atleast he hoped, but zuko plainly was not ready to reveal such a part of himself that he had been conditioned since childhood to repress. he loved both men and women, though loving the former had earned him more trouble than it should have. 

a lot of factors played in to not telling anyone, and though it pained him to hide his love for such wonderful beings, his fear kept him closeted. 

draining the remnants of his cup, zuko freed katara and aang from their endless conversation in search of another drink. flawlessly evading people he saw coming his way, the young firelord finally found himself against a pillar in the mostly-empty entryway, a rather tall glass of firewhiskey in his hand. a little buzzed, zuko scanned the massive crowd for the faces of his lovers. he yearned to talk to them, to touch them and kiss them and rejoice in everything every single fucking couple on the dance floor was doing. 

the fact that he couldn’t do so began to bother him. it began to bother him BADLY.

sticking to the shadows, the golden eyed man found an unattended tray of drinks, quickly downing one after the other and taking a third as a souvenir. the taste disgusted him, and zuko was not one for liqour, but he was ready to get through this night in any way possible. 

he hummed his way back to his pillar, surprised at how hard walking had become. it was like standing on a slant- he almost lost his balance two or three times. finally he ran into a solid, robed figure, a familiar chuckle reaching his ear. 

“watch it there, firelord zuko.”

looking up, the dark haired man was met with iroh’s smiling face, his own hair down and a floral shawl draped around his shoulders. glee overcame zuko’s muddled mind, and he instantly wrapped his arms around the jolly old man. “uncle! i’m so glad you made it!” 

“i wouldn’t miss my boy’s twentieth birthday for the world,” iroh murmured, holding zuko tightly to him. “aang and katara picked me up on the way- you were right, flying on a bison is not as fun as it looks.” he rubbed his stomach, shaking his head. 

zuko’s inebriated state made their conversation go rather slowly. iroh, forever laughing, half-carried the firelord to a loveseat in the hall with a direct view into the ballroom. he spoke with his uncle for a long time, and despite the increasing amount of slurred speech and sentences cut short iroh didn’t chastise him.

his mood was quickly trodded on, however, when he caught sight of suki and sokka. the two held on to each other tightly in the middle of the dance floor, spinning slowly to the beautiful song playing over the room. sokka said something that made the brunette laugh, kissing him gently before resting her head on his chest. people cleared the way for them wherever they moved, making a clear path for the couple to dance through.

sadness tugged at his chest. would he ever be able to be with them in public that way? he knew they all agreed not to interact at this party, on zuko’s request- but spirits, did he regret that decision. he missed their presence so much it hurt. noting the change in his demeanor, iroh leaned forward and rested his hand on the young man’s shoulder, his forehead creased in worry. “is something bothering you, nephew?” his voice was quiet, in the case of listening ears. 

zuko’s head spun from the rush of alcohol on his blood, leaning into iroh’s touch forlornly. “i’m upset, uncle. i’m in lo-love, which is bad eno-enough, but with TWO people!” the firelord sunk back, closing his eyes. he found that the darkness offered no comfort, and instead made his stomach lurch. 

maybe he should have eaten something before he started drinking, or perhaps he should not have drank at all, but the damage was done. forcing himself to open his eyes, zuko was met with a passive iroh, who heaved a deep sigh and smiled in his all-knowing way that frustrated the golden eyed man to no end. 

“i hope one of them is sokka,” he looked out into the crowd, patting zuko’s leg. “he’s a fine young man. or maybe that suki! she is quite lovely, don’t you think?” he raised an eyebrow at his nephew, his pale eyes soft.

of fucking course iroh knew. when the realization hit him, zuko couldn’t hold in the boisterous laugh it caused, making every person in the hallway jump and stare in the duo’s direction.

his smile gone, zuko’s glare must have been off putting enough for every guest to quickly go back to what they were doing, their eyes darting back and forth every so often.

“how long have you known?” the firelord asked, blowing at a strand of hair that had fallen into his vision. he wanted to take off that dreaded armor, to sit and chat with his uncle (as hammered as zuko was) in comfort for the rest of the night. 

iroh shrugged, adjusting his shawl. “i didn’t know,” he tilted his head, looking back into the crowd. “but i knew. i’m very close with the head chef, you see.” zuko laughed, following iroh’s gaze out to find the people they spoke of. 

“i want to marry them, uncle.” 

the words were out before he could think too much of them, his face hot and his body fizzing from the alcohol. he was not a drinker. his mind blurred to static, but even in his drunken state he knew that what he said was true. he wanted to marry suki and sokka, wanted more than anything to make them his partners in life, with all the legalities and officiation other people were given. 

the grey haired man didn’t say anything, leaning back beside zuko. the silence bothered the overheated man, who crossed his arms tightly over his chest and murmured “but the law says i can’t do that. i don’t know if my people would even ALLOW me to do that. but i love them, uncle. they make me feel a happiness i’ve never known before.”

nodding, iroh’s answer came a few heartbeats later. “you are the firelord, zuko. i know you don’t like this phrase, but your word is the law. your people will fall behind anything you have to say.” iroh gathered his grey hair at the top of his head, away from his face before resting his hands on his own knees.

zuko thought about his words, trying extremely hard to concentrate through his muddled brain. he was the firelord. loving two people shouldn’t be such a big deal, at least he didn’t think so. he was the firelord. 

his word was law.

so if his word was that love, consensual love between adults, should not have boundaries or restrictions, then that was the law. right? 

through his murky thoughts, what seemed to be a beam of light shone into the ballroom, illuminating two familiar and alluring figures leaned against the wall. zuko’s brows furrowed, trying with all his might to focus on the couple. 

bidding his uncle goodbye, the young man stood and took a deep breath, ignoring the massive and disorienting headrush he experienced upon doing so. iroh looked worried, but let zuko go, keeping his eyes on him his entire journey into the ballroom.

the dark haired man felt rather rude, avoiding people and conversations as he stumbled through the cavernous room, knowing he was drawing stares and whispers with his drunken behavior. 

he just couldn’t be bothered to care.

though his gaze had been primarily focused on the two ethereal beings zuko saw earlier, he found that he had lost sight of them. saddened by this realization, he turned around and ran into what must have been the worlds biggest brick wall.

“zuko?” the husky voice brought a smile to his face, and the young firelord focused in on the face it belonged to. “are you alright?”

huge hands wrapped around zuko’s arms, steadying him. in the next moment he felt a cool palm press to his cheek, the sensation clearing his mind enough for him to realize that his loved ones had found him.

sokka’s brows were knitted, his worried expression mirrored in suki’s face. the girl smoothed zuko’s now-loose hair, trying and failing to straighten his armor.

zuko was overjoyed to see them. all he could think about was how good they looked, holding him up in the middle of the ballroom. “i know we weren’t s-supposed to talk,” zuko hiccuped, leaning into sokka’s wide chest. he smelled heavenly. “but i just found out that i’m the f-firelord!”

the couple shared a look, and suki leaned forward to sniff at him, an inch or two taller than him in her heels. “you’ve been drinking, zuko. is everything okay?” 

sokka allowed the dark haired man to lean on him, not paying attention to the looks and whispers being thrown their direction. zuko nodded in response to suki’s question, rubbing his thumb over an armband he hadn’t noticed her wearing earlier. a thin golden dragon, a gift he bought her at the beginning of their courtship. a piece of him, she had called it.

he grinned, suki’s delicate features swimming before his eyes. “have i ever t-told you how pretty you ar- you are?” he placed his hand on her cheek, admiring the warrior’s face as he so often did. “i am dat-dating the prettiest p-people. haha, say that three times- three times fast.” spirits, he was so drunk. this was amazing, in a nauseating way.

blushing, the warrior snuck a kiss to zuko’s palm, glancing around at the nearly silent crowd around them. “i think it’s time to call it a night, firelord zuko,” she said rather loudly. damage control, he thought. “you’ve had a lot to drink, you’re not making any sense. sokka and i will take you up to bed, okay?”

zuko groaned in frustration. he WAS making sense. he tried to stand on his own, but found that without sokka to ground him he was helpless. the water tribe man caught zuko instinctively, arm around his waist. at this point, there was no getting him out before he made too big of a fuss.

zuko himself had become the fuss.

he held on to sokka’s arm, gazing up at him with the same goofy smile on his face. “you’re p-pretty too, sokka. i always th-think you’re so pretty, especially when you’re sucking my-“

“woah!” both suki and sokka interjected, the latter’s face turning a deep red. suki had to turn to hide her laughter; she knew the situation was serious, but objectively? drunk zuko was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. his conservative facade fell away to reveal a giggly, rosy faced man who couldn’t take his hazy eyes off his partners. precious.

sokka was mortified. he didn’t care what anyone thought of his relationship, but drunk zuko was making things inconceivably harder on tomorrow’s, sober, zuko. he couldn’t stand the idea of his boyfriends drunk brain making such an important decision for him, with something that would have such an extreme bearing on his life.

steadying the flushed firelord, sokka glanced around the crowd. every eye was on them, and when he locked gazes with a confused katara he knew he had to remove the three of them from this situation. “zuko,” he whispered, directing his attention back to the drunken man. “i know that everything seems funny right now, but tomorrow you’re REALLY gonna regret doing this. so let us take you to bed-“

“i’m the f-firelord,” zuko whispered, shaking his head. aiming his weight to the left, the dark haired man half-fell over to a table, tumbling beneath sokka’s arms and hurdling suki to climb on top of it with the skill of an inebriated toddler. 

he grabbed a glass and fork, beating the two together in the least harmonic way possible. it was unnecessary; everybody was already dead silent and looking at him. suki and sokka, as well as katara and aang, surrounded the table beneath him. all they could do without risk of him falling was grip on to his shins, sensing that zuko would make whatever announcement he needed to one way or another.

“h-hey everybody, firelord zuko here,” he said rather softly, peaking at the end in a playful way. his next sentence projected much better, the brisk voice of leadership shining through his liqour filled tone. “i know most of you th-think i’m nuts, and that’s okay! because i love all of you s-so much.” he swayed in place, steadied only by the four sets of hands holding him in place. zuko glanced down at sokka and suki, who looked at him with quiet desperation. 

“zuko,” the tall boy murmured, his blue eyes swimming with worry. “please come down and let’s get you to bed.”

the young firelord knew he was making a spectacle of himself. part of his consciousness was aware of the weight of the decision he had made, and what repercussions it would have the following day. it was worth it, in his opinion, to be able to love openly. nobody ever talked about how much of a privilege it was to do so, and zuko longed for it. he wanted to take sokka out on shopping trips just to see him try on fine clothing, or curl up for a nap with suki in the palace commons area where the sun shone the warmest.

like iroh said, he was the firelord. if his people planned to overthrow him for being in love, but didn’t so much as chastise his father for literal genocide then... oh well. zuko had often fantasized about running away with his lovers in tow, finding a nice home in the earth kingdom or maybe even an air temple... idyllic and unrealistic, in ways that left him forlorn.

“i’m sure you all can tell i’ve had... i’ve been a little bit drinking, you know? but i’ve gotta say something really fast. i-i love my nation, i love my nations people. i want us all to have a good quantity- oh, no, i mean quality of life. you know? so- in the spirit of happiness and f-freedom of self, just so everybody here knows- i’m in love!”

murmurs swept through the crowd, gazes directed between the two warriors at his feet. “most of you probably heard about it, already. but i’m comfirming- confirming? yeah, that i’m talking about TWO people! s-suki, of kyoshi island, and sokka of the southern water tribes. i’m- woah- i’m going to marry them, and if you don’t like it, then f-fuck you! i’m the firelord, motherfuckers!” not a moment later his knees gave out, and he came toppling down in a heap of armor. 

sokka was there in an instant, catching zuko under his arms without buckling. he was laughing, which made zuko laugh, too, squirming around until he fell face-first into the swordsman’s chest and let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

in one swift movement, sokka scooped zuko up like a child, the golden eyed man’s head slumped onto his shoulder and his legs around the warriors waist. through half closed eyes, zuko watched suki take a survey of the room, readying her stance with a surprisingly menacing look on her face. “anybody have a problem with that?”

crickets. the brunette nodded, spirited by the publication of her relationship with the two beautiful men, letting a sweet smile dazzle the guests right after her threat. “great! thank you all for coming! we’re gonna get the firelord to bed now, and we hope you all have a wonderful night!” 

sokka locked eyes with katara, who simply blew him a kiss with a knowing smile. he was beyond relieved- though he knew the nights events were sure to spark issues, he also knew the three of them; suki, sokka, and zuko that is, could handle just about anything together.

through his haze, zuko heard iroh’s deep chuckle, the sound of his sandals sliding across the floor ringing in his ears. “well, let’s all have a nice drink to firelord zuko, on his birthday!”

that was the last thing zuko heard before he was carried out of the massive ballroom, suki in tow with her hand in his. “did you like my speech?” zuko asked without opening his eyes, not quite sure who the question was directed to. the both of them laughed, sokka’s chuckle reverberating in zuko’s ear pleasantly. “yeah, we loved it.”

suki piped up. “toph is gonna be so pissed she missed that.” 

zuko giggled, leaning back to get a better look at his surroundings. he recognized the hallway they were in, almost to his room. “am i st-still gonna get some birthday sex?” he drawled, pressing a rather sloppy kiss to sokka’s jaw. “i deserve it.” he heard a door click open, and the light of the hallway was extinguished by the darkness of his chambers.

he was sat on the bed gently, his stomach swishing around in a nauseating whirlpool. suki and sokka worked in tandem to remove his armor. a groan of delight erupted from him when the brunette freed his hair from the tight ponytail, her slim fingers scratching through his scalp. “you didn’t answer my questiooon,” zuko half-sang, booping sokka on the nose. 

the blue eyed man shook his head, working to unlace zuko’s shirt. “i don’t think so, babe. tomorrow, when you’re sober, we’ll celebrate, okay?”

zuko sighed, but figured it best not to push it. suki kissed him on the temple, promptly lifting him up so sokka could peel the comforter back. “yeah, we’ll make a whole day out of it. since we’re official and all.” she smiled as she laid zuko back onto the bed, the lean muscles in her arm flexing. 

“i really fucked up tonight, didn’t i?”

his voice was small. sokka and suki shared a look, the tall swordsman shaking his head and smoothing zuko’s hair from his face. “no, you didn’t. i think people expected this out of you. no offense, but you’re known for much stranger things.” suki nodded in agreement, tucking the blankets around her lover with gentle deftness. this comforted zuko, who settled into the bed in a drunken stupor. “you g... you guys are gonna lay down with me, right?” 

“of course,” the couple said in unison, bringing a smile to zuko’s face. everything in his body was starting to slow down, even the nausea, and the last thing he remembered was the smell of suki’s perfume as she kissed him goodnight, the two figures before him fading to blurs as he drifted into unconsciousness. 

when he knew the young firelord had fallen asleep, sokka took a deep breath, moving the onyx armor off the massive bed and over to a stray table. “i’ve never seen him drink before, should we be worried?” 

suki shook her head, looking down at a sleeping zuko fondly. “i don’t think so. when he finds out how he acted, he’ll probably never touch a bottle again. unbutton me?” she turned away from sokka, feeling his nimble fingers fly through the small buttons down her back a moment later.

he delicately removed the roses from her hair, grateful that the handmaiden who put them there had already dethorned them. “do you think he was serious about marrying us?” suki asked, a smile in her voice as she slid the dress from her shoulders. 

“why wouldn’t he be? we’re the total package,” sokka said confidently, allowing suki to untie to fabric at his shoulders and waist. “beauty, brains, AND brawn.”

“oh sokka, don’t boil yourself down to just beauty, there’s so much more to you than that!” sokka frowned at her teasing, which made suki laugh even harder. they laid their luxurious clothes and accessories out on the dresser, left in their undergarments with messy hair and tired expressions. 

“you did look really pretty tonight, by the way,” sokka noted as they crawled into bed. suki kissed him firmly on the lips, ruffling his hair before sliding in beside zuko. “you didn’t look too bad yourself, handsome.” 

the dark haired man between them didn’t stir, but even in unconsciousness he clung to the warriors. he settled on suki’s chest, sighing comfortably when sokka curled around the both of them. 

it was silent for a few moments as the weariness set in, sokka’s thumb tracing over suki’s side. “things are gonna be really different now, aren’t they?” he asked softly, not wanting to wake zuko. 

“yeah. i don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing.”

“we can’t let him feel bad about it, either way. it’ll be hard enough on him.”

suki stared up at the ceiling, worry closing in on her. “i promise nobody will hurt him, especially not over this.” sokka nodded, trying to block certain images out of his mind. losing yue. not being able to save his mom. he wouldn’t let that happen to anyone else, not anyone he cared for as deeply as he did zuko and suki. 

“i love you.”

the proclamation barely reached suki’s ears, but the softness in his tone brought a smile to her face nonetheless. “i love you,” she replied with no hesitation, settling into the bed. “i’m so lucky to be loved by you.”

“we’re gonna be okay, right?” sokka’s gaze fell over zuko’s darkened features, sleep the only thing that brought peace to them. suki’s answer floated to him, almost dreamlike. “always.”

**Author's Note:**

> hi! if you liked this, please check out my other fics! mainly atla one shots :) i cherish and love every single reader, kudos, and comment to the fullest extent! 💞 if you have any suggestions, ideas, or requests please let me know!


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